There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.
I missed my small group tonight. And I’m glad I did.
Don’t get me wrong… I love my group! But I believe God put me right where I was right when I was.
I had a great night planned… Leave my son with the babysitter, go to small group, eat dinner, enjoy studying the Word, and hang out with friends.
Here’s the night I experienced… I went to help a friend with the quick job of load his broken-down truck on a trailer, with every intention of making it to small group on time. Well, as quick, easy tasks often do, this job quickly grew into an unenjoyable job. As we were pushing the truck onto the trailer, a couple of guys volunteered to help us, and immediately pushed the truck up and over the front end of the trailer, leaving it high-centered and stuck. (see picture at the bottom of the post)
Several hours later, we had removed the wheels from the trailer and drug the truck off the trailer with another truck. All in all, a 30 minute job became an almost 5 hour job.
But, here’s why I believe God placed me where I was… One of the two guys who came to help us get the truck stuck – and then, unstuck – was the father of the guy I bought my house from several years ago. I had begun developing a relationship with him years ago, but had fallen out of contact. Because I was there, I was able to listen and encourage him as he told the story of his family. The other guy was the father of a student who had come to our church a few times a couple years ago. Because I was there, I was able to remind them that I – and our church – care about them and their family and re-invite them to join us for worship.
If I had gone to small group tonight, I would have had a great time, but would have missed out on two incredible – and potentially life-changing – conversations.
When your night doesn’t go the way you expected, and wanted, make sure to ask yourself if it’s because God has something even better in mind. God’s timing is always best…
Oh, and enjoy the picture below… 🙂